Poetry is the only life got, the only work done, the only pure product and free labor of man, performed only when he has put all the world under his feet, and conquered the last of his foes.— Henry David Thoreau

Stefan Augustin Doinas
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The boar with silver fangs
A Prince from Levant who deeply loved hunting
was passing the dark forest’s heart with folie,
For finding his path through the bushes hard fighting,
was playing his bone flute and said lively:

– Let’s go for the hunt in the deep wilderness
the hunt of the wild boar with silvery fangs,
who daily is shedding in hollowy stilness
the hoof and the fur and his glimmering glance…

– Mylord, said the servants with horn howling feelings,
That boar, which you want, won’t be coming this way.
Let’s rather go hunting the horn headed beings,
or red coated foxes, or small hares astray…

But the Prince passed on smiling pursuing his road
contemplating in silence the colourful trees,
he paid no attention to the kind doe’s abode
nor to lynx always smiling with bright eyes at ease.

Beneath the tall beeches he passed branches taming:
– Behold how he’s spinning our distance to narrow
the silver fang boar not too far from our aiming
let’s hit him at once with one strike wooden arrow!…

– Mylord, is the water under the foliage lush,
said shrewdly the servant with a voice like a clang
But he turned and he answered kindly: – Hush..
and the water was shining like a boar silver fang.

Beneath elms he was hurrying the scattered cortege,
– Behold how he’s roaring and grubbing his marrow:
the silver fang boar not too far from our edge
let’s hit him at once with one strike iron arrow!…

– Mylord, is the grass quivering in a rush,
said daring the servant with a smile like a clang.
But he turned and he answered kindly: – Hush…
and the grass was shining like a boar silver fang.

Beneath firs he was shouting urging them to the crest.
-Behold where it is his place to retire
the boar silver fang from the tales I possessed:
let’s hit him at once with a strike fire arrow!…

– Mylord, is the Moon shimmering in a gush
said with spurn the servant with a laugh like a clang.
But he turned and he answered kindly: – Hush…
and the moon was shining like a boar silver fang.

Alas ! while the pale stars on heaven all sang
As he bent over water while the sun set he must
appeared a gigantic wild boar and his fang
ripped him wildly through the red bloody dust.

– Mylord, the boar with the fangs like the silver
himself roaring took you under trees for the smash
You can hear the bark of bloodhounds with a quiver…
But the Prince turned and he answered kindly: – Hush…

Better take the horn and ceaselessly blow it,
and blow ‘till my death to the heavenly plead…
Then the moon disappeared slowly from its moonlit
and the hunt horn was blowing, but too little indeed.

Blossom, flowers, blossom roar!
I don’t need you anymore,
only when your buds were new
then I would have needed you.
Blossom, flowers, blossom roar!
Blossom, flowers, like a wall
my hair girl covered by shawl!
Cry my eyes, be dried by tears
for the guilt is only yours
what you love to keep you swore,
what you see, forget no more.
While young only game allows
two and two did not take vows.
While young love was just a bet
two and two have never met.
Greenly leaflet, leafy purl,
when I was my mother’s girl,
I knew flower how to twirl.
Oh, magic sesame leaf,
after marriage disbelief,
I ditched you at door with grief.

The most beautiful women in the world
are the women
without memory.
The body of their happiness
is always smooth,
not one bruise
on their soul,
not one patch of sadness
to torment them,
not a lint
on their chest
always free in the winds of love.

The most beautiful women in the world
are the women without memory.
This is what remembers
by the rule and line
my memory.

We have time for everything
to sleep, to run right and left,
to regret our mistakes and to mistake again,
to judge others and to absolve
ourselves,
we have time to read and write,
to correct what we wrote, to regret what we wrote,
we have time to make projects and to not respect them,
we have time to create illusions and to stir
their ashes later.

We have time for ambitions and illnesses,
to blame the destiny and the details,
we have time to watch the clouds, the advertisements or an accident
randomly,
we have time to banish our questions,
to delay the answers,
we have time to crash a dream and to reinvent it,
we have time to make friends, to lose them,
we have time to take lessons and to forget them
afterwards,
we have time to receive presents and to not understand them.
We have time for everything.

There is no time only for a little tenderness.
When we are about to do this also, we die.

I have learnt some things in life which
I will share with you!!
I’ve learnt that you cannot make someone love you
All you can do is to be a lovable person.
The rest…depends on others.
I’ve learnt that it matters not how much I care.
Others couldn’t care less.
I’ve learnt that it takes years to gain someone’s trust
only to lose it in a few seconds.
I’ve learnt that it matters not WHAT you have in life
but WHOM.
I’ve learnt that you can handle things by using your charm
aprox 15 minutes.
Well, after that, you better know something.
I’ve learnt that you mustn’t compare yourself against
what others can do better
rather than what you can do.
I’ve learnt that it matters not what happens
to people
It matters what I can do for them.

I’ve learnt that however you would cut
every thing has two faces.

I’ve learnt that you must part from the loved ones
with kind words
It may be the last time you see them.
I’ve learnt that you can go on way longer
after you said that you can’t anymore.
I’ve learnt that heroes are those who do what they have to do,
when they have to do it
in spite of the consequences.

I’ve learnt that there are people who love you
but they don’t know how to show it.
I’ve learnt that when I am upset I have THE RIGHT
to be upset
but I have no right to be mean.
I’ve learnt that the true friendship continues to exist
in spite of the distance
and this is valid also for the true love.
I’ve learnt that, if someone doesn’t love you the way you’d like
that doesn’t mean they don’t love you with their whole heart.
I’ve learnt that no matter how good a friend could be
they will hurt you anyway, from time to time.
and you must forgive them.
I’ve learnt that it isn’t enough to be forgiven
sometimes you must learn to forgive yourself.
I’ve learnt that it matters not how much you suffer
the world will not stop turning because of your pain.
I’ve learnt that the past and the circumstances could
influence your personality
but that YOU are responsible for what you’ll become.
I’ve learnt that if two people fight
that doesn’t mean they don’t love each other
and also if they don’t fight
doesn’t prove their love.
I’ve learnt that sometimes you must consider the person
and not their acts.

I’ve learnt that two people can watch the same thing
and see something totally different.
I’ve learnt that in spite of the consequences
those who are true to themselves
go further in life.
I’ve learnt that life as you know it
can be changed in a few hours
by people who do not even know you.
I’ve learnt that even then when you think
of having nothing to give
if a friend in need calls you
you will find the power to help.

I’ve learnt that writing
like talking
could ease the soul ache.

I’ve learnt that people whom you love the most
are taken away from you too soon…

I’ve learnt that it’s too difficult to know
where to draw the line between
being kind, not hurting people
and standing your ground.
I have learnt to love
so I could be loved.

I have an almost monstrous habit
I don’t like being indebted to anyone.
To the doctor that heals me I send flowers,
for health carnations
and we’re even.
To the waiter I leave the change on the table,
To the one who gives me a present
I give a bigger one,
I smile at the one who smiles at me,
I smile at the one who smirks at me.
I close all accounts this way,
Remaining above all things,
Burning all bridges
And, sometimes,
I feel a mad urge
to be grateful to someone
to crawl on my knees thanking,
To scream: ” I am not worthy
to return so much kindness
not even giving my life!”
But, behind me, everything is paid.

She sits bored and very beautiful
her dark hair is upset
her arm so lightful
for ages about me would forget,-
for ages about herself she’d forget
as it hangs over the back of the chair.

I am drowning in the lights’ velvet
grinding my teeth in the rotation of the year.
I show her my mouth’s teeth,
but she knows that I do not smile,
the sweet creature of lights’ bequeath
mirrors myself to me, while
she sits bored and very beautiful
and I live for her only
in this world, really awful
under the heaven holy.